Don't Judge the Love (Youtuber One-Shots)

SetoSolace

DID YOU GUYS HEAR ABOUT THE PHAN HUG? I MUST WRITE ABOUT IT. But for now, here is SetoSolace. :)

SETOSOLACE

“Brice, stop.”

“Not now, I'm just getting into it!”

“Brice, stop!”

“C'mon, I promise not to drop your potions!”

“You can't promise something like that, you wouldn't be able to stop yourself if they started to fall!”

“They won't fall.”

“That's not even what I'm worried about.”

“Well, then what are you worried about, Mr. Put-the-Potions-Down-This-Instant?”

“I'm worried about you spilling some poisonous potion on yourself! You could get hurt, Brice!”

“Seto. I'm fine. See, look, I'm a pro!” Brice smiled as he tossed the five multi-colored potions in an oval motion around his head. “I'm great at juggling!”

“You only just learned how yesterday. I'd rather you not juggle deadly potions until you're sure you won't drop any on yourself,” Seto urged shakily, eying a certain black potion with worry.

“I'm already sure I won't drop any. Don't worry, Seto!” he said, juggling them faster.

“Brice, please! I just don't want you to get hurt,” the other begged, trying to step closer to his friend without startling him or causing him to drop one of the potions.

“Seto. Seriously. This is getting annoyed. I'm flattered that you're worried about me, I really am! Now leave me alone and let me juggle 'deadly' potions.”

“They really are deadly!” Seto argued, stepping closer still.

“No they aren't- Hey!” Brice shouted, trying to move away from the approaching Seto. “Cut it out! I'm not going to stop, Seto, I can do this!” As he moved backwards, he lost his hold on one of the potions, and when he threw it into the air again, it wasn't thrown at the right angle. It crashed down onto his shoulder, shattering and causing him to cry out and drop all the other potions. The one dropped on his shoulder was – go figure – instant death. The other four were silly things like smoothies and potions to make everything brighter.

Seto gasped and stood frozen for a good thirty seconds. Finally, he snapped out of it and ran forward to embrace Brice. Tears fell from his eyes as he frantically wiped the excess of the potions off his friend's shoulder with a special brush. Seto laid Brice's head down on the ground and jumped up, frantically searching his cupboards, drawers, and brewers for healing potions or potions of regeneration or revival.

It didn't matter, though. Brice was already too far gone to be saved by a petty healing potion. “S-Seto,” Brice croaked from the floor. “S-Seto, I'm sorry.”